Logs:2 Boys+ 2 Dragons + Sun + Food = Picnic Nap!
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| RL Date: 29 March, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Cailluneth, K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'ky comes to get help with his math. K'zin is prepared, but the day is so nice, a study session dissolves into a friendly chat, picnic and nap time for all! |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 5, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny and beautiful! |
| Mentions: Sabella/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: This scene is back-dated to the end of month 4/beginning of month 5, played via google docs. |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. It is a spring morning, 11:25 of day 29, month 4, turn 31 of Interval 10.
K'zin is waiting at the lake shore. He's selected a spot fairly far back from the water (so the dragons won't get any funny ideas). There's a patchwork of four large blankets spread out on the ground. Their overlapping edges making it quite comfortable to accommodate two dragons and their lifemates and a spread of picnic plates and baskets. One notable thing is that all of the items selected for lunch are all easy to count. K'zin busies himself, arranging the food, pulling platters of baskets and uncovering them, while Rasavyth lounges in the sun, curled up and glistening. One thing can be said for the slender beast: he's pretty when he shimmers. The sun catches Cailluneth's freshly-oiled hide as she bounces ahead of N'ky, batting a stone along with her paw and chasing, pouncing after it, right until she makes it to the edge of the blankets. Then her pebble is discarded; she snorts a soft breath of greeting to K'zin, extends a gentle mindtouch hello to her bronze brother, then waits for N'ky to choose where to sit. He flops gracelessly down by his friend, reaching for a redfruit and biting into it. Cross-legged, he leans forward with one elbow on his knee, hand cupping his chin. "Dunno why we have to learn this," he grumbles sullenly, though K'zin will know it's just because he knows he's not good at it. Cailluneth curls herself around his back, head resting on her paws after she yawns noisily; her eyes close and she looks peaceful, on the verge of sleep. Rasavyth's mood qualifies as interesting. When the green reaches towards his mind, the bronze is already reflecting the sunshine, the warmth, the comfort of sun-bathing. He croons an invitation to the green, sending feelings of just how very relaxed he is, enjoying this place in this moment. Flashes of the empty corner next to him and then the greens chubby form superimposed in flashes on top of it are his non-verbal offer for her to join him. K'zin tuts, clicking his tongue like an old Auntie chiding a little. "Honestly, I don't see how you survived without it so far with all your Smith studies. It's not so bad, really." He offers an encouraging smile to the taller boy, "And it'll do wonders for your designs and mock-ups once you get it down." He looks back to the basket, lets his eyes dance over all the assembled plates, and then nods decisively. "We're ready. I've got enough food here that if we get to anything really complicated, we've got delicious examples." He fluttters a hand to indicate lunch. "So you better get some of this stuff right so we can eat." The importance of this is grave, or so says the former Smith's very serious face. Curiosity for the warmth in Rasavyth's mind has Cailluneth reaching further towards him; she may look like she's sleeping, but her mind, for the moment, says otherwise. To his warmth she shares a blanket of rose and gold, glimmering with love and comfort, swaddled around herself and her N'ky. The desire to be beside her weyrling is clear, but her open moonlight mind invites Rasavyth in - invites him to join her, if he will, with a welcoming swirl of turquoise. N'ky munches on his redfruit, nose wrinkling at his buddy's tutting. "Um... I eyeball it all. There's not much maths in shaping 'shoes, Waki. Besides, we're weyrlings now, and we're gonna be dragonriders, so, um, I'm not going to do any projects or anything." His redfruit is finished, the core handed to Cailluneth; she opens her eyes, blinks at it, reaches out a tentative tongue to taste it - then snatches it up and chews with a thoughtful whirl to her big eyes. N'ky snorts in amusement, strokes over her headknobs, and leans gently against her. The very serious face makes him laugh. "We're going to staaaarve!" At least he's had a redfruit though, right? Pulling out his own version of a serious face, he sits back up straight, pulling a scroll from his pocket to toss it across to K'zin. "There're sums and things on there. Um... do you want to test me?" The mental sunshine shared makes the the actual more intense, pleasurably so. The bronze doesn't seem inclined to get up and relocate, but he does stretch his long neck out towards the green, slender head finding a comfortable spot on the blankets, splitting the distance. He isn't one to simply bend to another outright, but he'll certainly be the first to take a step towards compromise. A win-win solution is always best. His charm shimmers, sucking in her rose and gold, and a moment later the colors are reflected, now glittering with his peculiar translucent ooze, his mind sketching the glitters into complex patterns, each seeming as unique as the snowflakes that fall so regularly in 'Reaches winter. K'zin crawls a foot to grab the scroll which is hardly a good shape for flight. He sits back on his heels to unroll the thing, eyes flitting down across the paper. "What trips you up about it? Is it the numbers or just needing practice with the functions? You know, adding and subtracting and the like. Just because you're not doing projects now doesn't mean it won't help you in the future. Ras has me designing a set of fancy riding straps. I'm talking to the tanners about how to combine the metal and leather he has a mind for, but I'd be lost doing the dimensions without figures." He looks down at the food then back at N'ky and the very serious face returns. "We'd better not starve. Or I'll just have to settle for eating Cai. She looks delicious enough." And K'zin makes the kind of face that you scare a toddler with, crawling towards the green, looking jokingly maniacal, even going so far as to make "om-nom-nom" sounds as he approaches. Apparently, Rasavyth is not the only one in an interesting mood. Cailluneth stretches her neck, in return, towards Rasavyth, though her tail curls tightly around N'ky, looping over his thigh and across his waist. She rumble-purrs to him, cracking open her blue-whirled eyes to blink sleepily, then they close again and she settles, comfortable in the sunshine and company. Comfortable, but not asleep; Cailluneth's mindscape is as vibrant as ever, though she seems a little hesitant when Rasavyth takes her colours. Her own fade a little as she watches what he does, admiring the patterns, weaving a ribbon of soft lavender through the shimmer. Moonlight creeps across her mind, a pale, inviting canvas, that she nudges towards her brother. « Where are your colours? » A flash of cinnabar and a glimmer of gold represents K'zin; rosy-gold N'ky; a shimmering rainbow for Kazavanth... she reels off colours for those she knows, until... grey. Rasavyth. Not unpleasant, but neutral, uncertain. A gentle grey smoke is blown towards him, a hope to coax colour from him. Her eyes open when K'zin threatens to eat her, a grumbly growl sent the way of the bronze weyrling. N'ky laughs, rocking forward onto his knees to kneel between his friend and dragon, fists up in play-defence. "As if you'd get through me," he challenges, jabbing gently at Waki's shoulder. "I'll save you, Cailluneth!" Numbers and sums are happily pushed aside, in favour of something more fun! The green dragonet snorts at both boys; with her tail-hold around N'ky broken, she gets up and moves towards Rasavyth after all, settling almost into the spot he picked out for her - almost, because she's closer than he suggested. Her shorter neck stretches out alongside his, shoulder and wings brushing against his own hide as her chest expands with each inhaled breath - the contact broken when she exhales. « I prefer yours, Cailluneth. » Rasavyth purrs his response. « I find the minds of others so very intriguing. I am always here, of course. » There's a certain elusiveness to his mind that might appeal to the huntress in her. « You just have but to seek me. Find me if you can. » The sense of him vanishes into her smoke, a mental game of hide and seek. A shimmer here, a sparkle there. Can she catch him? The sense of playfulness is at least consistent, but it might become confusing for a moment whether that sense is coming from the bronze or the green, or the bronze's convincing mimic of the green. It's a small glimpse into just how convincing a mimic the bronze can be.
Grey wariness greets the compliment, though his challenge to find him does excite the huntress in her, as intended. Cailluneth's mind flares with eager green, pressing forward through the smoke with seeking tendrils of playful blue. Cinnabar snakes through as she prowls forward, playful yet fierce, focusing through the gimmicks and brightness to hone in on her prey - though that doesn't mean she isn't able to shine with appreciation for the intricacy of his projections... at least until it becomes too much of a blur to tell where she ends, and he begins. The huntress's veil drops suddenly, pure white clearing her mind - clearing it in the hopes of leaving the foreign touch exposed, vulnerable... prey to her silvery leap as she lunges forward, pearly teeth and claws bared. Whatever lack of fighting instinct K'zin has, N'ky certainly has less. He's far too uncoordinated and uncertain of himself to be able good at that sort of thing, but that doesn't mean he can't squirm! When he's caught in the bear-hug he manages a growl through his laughter, jabbing back with elbows and wriggling to try and break free - because, let's face it, K'zin has to be the stronger of the two despite what N'ky might brag to Sabella, right? Not that he's lacking in strength, of course; he wraps his own arms around the bronze weyrling's waist, wrestling to try and not push him off, but to knock him onto his back. And if he's successful? There will be tickling. If Cailluneth is distressed, she doesn't show it - but nor does she shy away from Rasavyth. She huffs, watching the boys curiously, then turns her head back to press her muzzle against the bronze's wing canopy. After inhaling his scent, she settles her head back down - her chin rests on Rasavyth's foreleg briefly, before being set back on the ground. There's no need for wariness. Or at least, as far as Rasavyth is concerned, there isn't. His compliment was quite genuine, as was his expression of curiosity for the minds of others. That much, at least, is true of bronze. His agile mind is quick as she begins her chase. The blue tendrils of her search begin to appear elsewhere in her cloud of grey, beckoning and vanishing as she arrives. The white does not leave him naked and vulnerable to her pounce. Most likely, he could evade her. Mimicry is his specialty and it's unnerving how well he can vanish into the thoughts of another. Perhaps this is what K'zin meant when he told N'ky that he didn't even know when Rasavyth had been digging for a memory. He's just not there. But where is the fun in a hunt without a catch? She might get the sense that he's letting her win as a trickle of ooze appears on that white field, just enough to guide her pearly-toothed pounce. With the bear hug managed, K'zin's arms tighten, but then, what's this? He's resisting?! Imagine that! K'zin might have strength on his side, but N'ky has height and on their knees, the other lad still has the inches on him so it makes it harder for K'zin trying to push his way to getting the other on his back. After moments of back and forth struggling, it's K'zin who's lost the first, falling backwards and at the mercy of N'ky's tickling fingers. But not for long! K'zin is not as ticklish as N'ky might like (actually, not really very much at all). There's squriming but it's not the kind that comes with disarming laughter. Instead, the squirms are K'zin positioning himself to wrap arms around the other again, and leverage with his hip to try to roll the pair so that K'zin might come out on top. Rasavyth, in the meantime, while showing some interest for the tussle of the boys, seems more interested in the actions of the green. When her head sets down on his forelimb, the lids of his eyes close and a guttural expression of pleasure sounds. When it is drawn away again, there's a curious croon, as if to query why it stopped. It felt nice. « Rasavyth. » Silken silver syllables, purred through barred teeth as she lunges for that trickle of him, mental claws outstretched to ensnare him. Hit or miss, she softens her mind, allowing lavender to colour her moonlight paleness with its purple glow. Wordless softness reaches for the bronze's mind, coaxing forth colours of his own, looking for a complementary palette. Silver sparks shoot and explode across her canvas, spattering luminescent stars in the sky of her mind's eye that rain down and trail copper behind them. The huntress is gone, with Cailluneth the creator in her place - with an empty space by her side for her brother to join her. K'zin has weight, strength, and the element of surprise to his advantage. These, together with N'ky's laughing, make it an easy task to topple the tall teen, and he falls like a felled tree, clutching at K'zin to bring him down, too. Once he's on his back he's easily pinned, and soon at the mercy of his friend. "Okokokok," he manages between laughs, pawing at the bronze weyrling's shoulders, then lying still and looking up at him with a huge, gap-toothed smile. N'ky goes limp, letting his head loll to one side as he huffs out a breath. "You win." Another push to the weyrling's shoulder, and then he's done... well, save for the cheeky smile, anyway. Cailluneth seems surprised by the level of pleasure that simple touch seems to cause Rasavyth, and she raises her head to look at him, curiosity whirling in her large eyes. Did he like it that much? Delicately, she places her head back on his foreleg, leaning in against his side too; like he's a large, hot and well-oiled pillow. A rumbling comes from deep in her throat, happiness and comfort, soaking up the warmth of the spring sun and the friendly company. "Waki..." N'ky's voice is hushed, as if it makes a difference; he nudges his friend, pointing to the dragons. "Look." That is the very purpose of the trickle.It's a rookie mistake. And that's just it. It's not a mistake. It's a purposeful here I am! for Cai to pounce on. Ras is nevertheless convincing in his bested prey act, shimmery ooze contained between pearly teeth. The softness reaches, but there are no colors to be found. He does not have any of his own. She can seek for those all she wants, but they're simply not there. Tentatively he offers her a rainbow. It's a rainbow, however, of only the colors he's seen reflected in her mind. Victory is celebrated with K'zin's laughter, too. He pins N'ky with his full weight and strength for an extra moment. It's a moment that's not strictly necessary, but it's that moment that macho men and canines have in common - the moment of establishing dominance. Of course, if anyone were to track their relationship over the turns, the finger would inevitably point to K'zin as the one who tends to fall into the lead more often than not. There are, of course, other reasons for lingering body-to-body. But if there's motive behind it, his face is innocent of knowledge of it. "So you surrender? Back to the math?" The former Smith grins as he rights himself, settling back on his butt. Rasavyth's reaction might seem over the top, but only by comparison to his usual sedate and lack of usual physical contact. He croons ever so softly in enjoyment as Cai's head returns to his forelimb and he reaches down with his sharp-wedged head and uses his chin to rub gently along the side of Cai's headknobs. K'zin's eyes follow N'ky's verbal point, "And?" He, at least, seems unsurprised. "You know, he does like to be touched, really. It's just-- he likes it in the proper time and place. This is an alright time and place as far as he's concerned." The rainbow is taken, shaped, moulded into a ribbon that Cailluneth curls around Rasavyth. Its colours are bright and limitless, for she uses all of them for herself; projecting each one onto him before settling for cinnamon warmth, flecked with gold - not unlike those she shared for his K'zin. Those colours are his as much as his weyrling's, belonging to him as much as the grey of a dove's feathers and the steeliness of a stormcloud do. Deep loving pink throbs with the lub-dub of a steady golden heartbeat, entwined with the bronze's hot colours, melding them into one. Her heart - her N'ky - with his K'zin. A contented blend, as hot as the touch of hide on hide; more so, even, as her colours radiate with pleasure of his touch, as she likes it just there. N'ky has surrendered, but not to play with numbers. He looks, squinty-eyed, at Cailluneth and Rasavyth, brow raising in response to K'zin's comment. "Yeah, but she prefers... me." Maybe he's jealous? Cailluneth is certainly enjoying the rubbing of her headknobs, and she rumbles, angling her head just so to direct his touch exactly where she wants it. And when it hits there? She croons, eyelids closing set by set, wings drooping blissfully by her sides. N'ky snorts, pushing up on his elbows to watch them more closely. "Huh. She's full of rainbows." He reaches for another piece of fruit, tossing it up in the air and catching it, before he lifts it thoughtfully to his lips - though he doesn't bite into it yet. He's too busy looking thoughtfully at the bronze and green, sharing his lifemate's thoughts, if the glazed look he sports is anything to go by. "I wish I could show you what it's like, in her head. Everything has a colour. Rasavyth is normally grey when she thinks of him... but now he's... bright. I didn't think she liked him very much." But his tone suggests he's not so sure any more. A thoughtful pause follows, during which he bites his lip. "Could Rasavyth show you? Cailluneth says he's good at echoing her. It... frustrates her a bit, I think. She likes things to be what they are - it confuses her when things are hiding behind other things. Especially scents. She turns scents into colours, too. Everything is colour." "I'm sure she still prefers you," K'zin's response is immediate and reassuring. "Things between dragons are like things between us." To illustrate what he means, he reaches to grasp N'ky's hand. "My skin on your skin feels different than her skin on your skin, right? So his skin on her skin will feel completely different than your skin on her skin. It's comparing redfruit to citrus." His hand drops away once the point is made. He listens about the colors, his hands folding in his lap as his eyes, too, go to the dragons. "Ras is... Well, he's like the really smart kid Smiths we used to know. The ones that were just kind of odd because they were so much smarter than the rest of us? And we kind of didn't like them because they made us look bad on our tests?" There must have been one or two like that in the classes they shared. "He's not bad, though." Speaking again of his lifemate and his tone is quietly resolute. "He's just different. Takes some getting used to." The different dragon seems to have no qualms about stroking the green just so using his angles to his advantage to give a good scritch where the green wants it. "He does. I know-- well, everything he knows. He tells me everything." This might come as a surprise since the two don't usually seem very close, but the mental closeness makes sense. "I don't know that he's ever seen her all rainbows though, just bits and pieces. I know what he experiences of all their minds. All the dragons, that is. That's why it's hard sometimes.I get headaches. There's so much more to know and to remember. I don't usually remember much of what he tells me. He says that's okay though because the memory of him telling me is there for him if he ever wants to remember." "Different." N'ky rolls the word, adding weight to it. "They're all different." He watches as Cailluneth settles even more comfortably against Rasavyth, rolling half-over onto her side to stretch out along him. She sighs contentedly, and he echoes her. "She tells me everything, too. I can't hide anything from her. She finds out - she digs, if I try... so I just stopped trying." He shrugs, flicking a finger against his friend's forearm. "Is it getting easier for you, Waki? I... I've not been very good about asking, and I'm sorry if it's made me not a very good friend." The green weyrling frowns, looking from their dragons to his long-term pal. "There's been so much to figure out for me and for her, that I don't think I've had time to think about anyone else, Waki... I'm sorry. And, um... did you know your hands are softer now?" N'ky laughs, catching up the one that held his own just before, and holding it up to his face to look at the former-Smith's fingers. His own have softened somewhat too, turns of work roughness eased by oiling. A press of palm to palm, showing the length of his fingers compared to K'zin's, and then he drops the touch to lie back flat on the blanket. Long legs are stretched out, one arm draped over his stomach, while he finally takes a bite of the fruit he pilfered earlier. As an idle add-on, he says, "Rasavyth is so very different to Cailluneth. Do you think we're that different from each other? I never thought so." And yet, look at their lifemates. Rasavyth relaxes his wing, letting it now touch gently over the green. It's not so much an embrace as more the draconic equivalent of an arm over the shoulder. His lids slide shut, and within moments he's starting to snooze - the combination of sensation and sun too comfortable to resist. "Same for me. I don't know that I ever tried to hide anything though. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to. I'm an open book to him. And his favorite read." K'zin laughs, though it's sort of a strange laugh. He shrugs his shoulders a little bit. "Yeah. It's easier. I've gotten used to some things. Gotten used to him, a little more, anyway. He's learning how to be with me too. How to make me comfortable. He cares." Brown eyes are focused on the snoozing bronze. "We're all busy with our lifemates. Don't worry about it. You're a great friend, Nick." There's a laugh as he looks to their hands pressed to one another. "Yeah, all that oil and not enough hammering." As it doesn't seem that they're about to get to figures any time soon, K'zin is reaching for a plate while N'ky is lying down. "I don't think how they are has to do with how we are. Ras is not a reflection of me. He is himself and I am me. We share some things, but not others. We share some things and not others. We have differences, so do Ras and I. It's just-- different." Cailluneth presses to Rasavyth's side, settling in beside him to snooze when he does. She breathes softly, exhaling in sync with N'ky as they both sigh contentedly. "I'm glad it's easier for you. There are still things that Cailluneth does... that I don't think I'll ever get used to. She wants to hunt so badly, and the blood... she makes me taste it. It makes me sick." His voice trails off and he clears his throat, tensing up from head to toe. "Sometimes I feel I can just get lost in her; it's hard to tell where she ends and I begin." He opens his eyes, raising his head to look at his friend. "It's overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Have you ever thought your heart could burst, because you love someone so much?" "Hunt, huh?" K'zin grins. "I know it's not the same, but have you thought about using some of the toys and decoys they train the hunting canines with for her to have a little fun with that kind of thing?" Evidently, the bronze weyrling hasn't heard about the escapades of a few nights before. "She'd probably tear them up pretty fast, but it might be something for her to do that would make her less anxious to do the real thing?" Beat. "Or it might it might make it worse for her." His hands find a plate of wherry kebabs and goes to work on it. "I think I know what you mean. About feeling lost. I feel that way sometimes, too." His expression is pensive and he falls silent a moment, "Only Ras," comes his whispered response to the talk of love, brown eyes settling on the dragon in question. "Some days, I think he will break my heart." There's a small sigh, before: "That's silly though. No dragon would do that to their rider. They would feel it too keenly themselves." N'ky reaches for one of the kebabs, not bothering to get up from where he's lying down. It's a little awkward for him to pull the meat from the skewer, but that doesn't dampen his appetite any. "Cailluneth is my heart. She can't break it." As if knowing they're talking about her, the little green stirs, nestling tighter to Rasavyth's side and resettling herself with a sleepy little sigh. N'ky raises his head to watch her, not looking away until she's deep in sleep again. "Toys won't do any good. They're not alive enough." K'zin hurries to lift the plate with the kebabs a bit closer so N'ky can reach it more easily. "Like I said. Silly." There's something on the edge of the bronze weyrling's tone that hints maybe there's a small part of him that still doubts. Then he's laying down himself, head near N'ky's. His eyes drift towards the snoozing pair and he can't help but yawn. "I'm glad it's spring." Talk about a topic change. "Nice weather for napping outside." Another yawn. "Too bad neither of us has firelizards or she could hunt them. They could *between* before any harm was done. Some would probably even really enjoy the game." Beat. "Maybe once we get our weyrs, you could get her a cat. Or a puppy. Or something to play with." But by then, they'll be hunting for real. K'zin's lids drift closed, breathing slowly starting to settle into a rhythm of sleep, the combination of sun and lifemate's relaxation becoming overwhelming all in a matter of moments. "I think she'd eat a pet, if I got one." N'ky looks towards the dragons, raising his head to look over K'zin at them. "A firelizard might work... but I can't be bothered with oiling and feeding anything else right now." He picks at the kebab, dropping the skewer back on the plate when he's done with it. K'zin is left to drift off, while he picks up the abandoned arithmetic scroll to go over it on his own. Lying on his stomach, with his friend by his side, food within reach, the sun warm on his back and boring maths as reading material, it isn't long before he, too, succumbs to sleep - face to scroll, half-sprawled across the blanket. "Would she?" Is the lazy response from K'zin, showing that he's not quite yet all the way asleep. There's a little giggle for the comment of oiling; this, too, is a sleepy sound. A few moments later the sun on his face and the breeze and the general comfort of the afternoon simply do him in and he's asleep. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 31 Mar 2013 02:41:04 GMT.
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Aw haw. <3 The boys are such good friends. And it was really neat to see Rasavyth and Cailluneth get along. Baby dragon cuddles! Eeeeee. X3
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